I must admit that I enjoy seeing the contrast of silver chains across her purple catsuit. Cali's legs, arms, chest, and wrists unable to muster hardly any movement. Her posture collar ensures that not even her head has any range of motion. Her bondage is completed with a tight hood and blindfold leaving her in darkness and speechless. Cali squirms in anticipation, knowing more is to come. I don't keep her waiting long before setting her up with her favorite toy. With no way to stop the vibrator Cali clenches her fists and enjoys the ride.
The plan was to take a few pictures in their shiny next latex outfits. I suggested little white rope for decoration and would be great for the pictures, or so I told Serene and Jamie. Lost in conversation with each other, they hardly paid attention as I cinched their elbows and wrists around a suspended pole. Finishing with a crotch rope connected to their wrists for good measure. The situation started to click when I tied their two center ankles together but they were well stuck by that point. The protests really kicked up when I strapped a 2" harness gag on Jamie and 3" monster gag on Serene. A couple final ropes pulled their free outer legs up into the air leaving them to balance between one foot and their cinched elbows. It certainly looked uncomfortable; but what do I know. I'm just there to take some pictures.
As a bead of sweat starts to form on her forehead after the 4th minute in Amanda started to regret accepting the bet. Having stood for long periods of time before in ballet boots a hundred bucks seemed like easy money for only 20 minutes. Each of her hands are bound and outstretched while her harness gag keeps her from bending her knees for any relief. As the 7th minute passes by Amanda wants to quit more than anything but knows she can't. It's not pride or the money she's concerned with, it's losing the bet. Losing would mean spending 20 minutes in any position of my choosing; including her current one. One way or another, she's forced to win her bet or be doomed to repeat it.
New to the whole bondage thing she wanted to try a bit of everything. Admiring the catsuits, ballet boots, and elaborate gags hanging on the wall. The catsuit and boots went on first before strapping in her gag. A bit overwhelmed by the intensity of the gag Stasha tries to reach of the buckles in the back. Not wanting her to spoil the fun I wrapped a couple belts through the gag straps and her wrists easily securing them in place. Her fingers out of reach of any buckles now. With a few more around her body and legs she knew she was stuck. Her arms forcing her head down; Stasha is the picture of a perfect submissive.
Serene starts right out of the gate with her elbows welded together with rope with plenty more securing the rest of her. Her blue ball gag already showing signs of drool she knows the fun is just getting started. Soon her wrists are bound to the top of the post behind her forcing her into a tight strappado. With Serene's mobility near zero I take the liberty of unzipping her catsuit and decorating her tits with a set of clover clamps. Clamps that are immediately tied tightly in front of her. Any movement, struggle, or twitch is radiated directly to her nipples. There's only one logical next step; to see if I can encourage any movement. Her exposed feet look like a good place to start.
Reluctantly Gianna came over knowing she didn't have much of a choice. That is if she wanted any chance for an orgasm again. Putting her into a catsuit before locking her belt back on, groans of displeasure sound from behind her ballgag. She makes no effort to resist knowing that weeks could be added to her unknown chastity sentence. Bound uncomfortably upon the cage she struggles futilely against her handcuffs waiting for me to give her a chance at the orgasm as I promised. After several minutes Gianna's wait is over and I suspend a vibe in front of her locked belt. The slight vibration only serves to frustrate her more. Disgruntled, I remind her I offered a chance at an orgasm with a smirk. If only she knew I planned on keeping her in there at least another two weeks.
Watching Liv squirm around on the bed the motivation was simple; I just wanted to see her squirm. No reasons, punishments, or debts owed. Wearing a black latex dress, belts cinched her body, legs, elbows, and arms all tightly together. She knew escape near impossible so her struggles became a quest to find any comfortable position. Adding more and more belts didn't help her plight as she soon ends up hogtied, barely able to roll over. If she didn't look so damn sexy in her bonds one might find pity on her, but alas that's not in the cards for her today.
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